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WORST DATE EVER | Storytime (Script)
🕑 Added 2023-12-13 00:09:51 +0000 UTCHey, this is ValentinebabeVA, and oh boy do I have an INTERESTING story to tell this time.
I went on my first date since moving to France back in July.
Now, Background Check: at this time I’d only been on 2 first dates before, and this would’ve been my 3rd one. Keeping that small number in mind, that third encounter was still— to this day— THE WORST DATE OF MY LIFE.
I’m 100% serious, it was fucking awful, and jesus fuck I hope to GOD that someone sees this and learns either not to do this type of shit or prepare against it. Feel free to open your notes app while you watch this.
Please keep in mind that this date happened in France, in the French language, and that I, as someone who was raised in America with a moderate proficiency in French, often had a hard time communicating specifically what I wanted to say.
BUT believe me, I was EXTREMELY clear where it counted.
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ANYWAY STORYTIME!!! So I matched and spoke with this guy the same day we went on our first date.
Background Check Part 2 Electric Boogaloo: I was going through the beginning stages of a 5-week long depression thanks to a certain Bastard who broke my heart less than a month later. But that MIGHT be a story for another day, idk.
I was in a bad place and extremely desperate for company, so this thinking clouded my judgment when meeting this absolute stranger.
Me and my date showed up at the meetup spot— we talked, we walked around, and he brought me cookies even though I asked him not to. It was still very sweet though and it lowered my guard, which I’m pretty sure was the point, sadly.
About a third-way through the date or so, he started really pressuring me to do things that I didn't want to, even things that were minor.
This included asking me at least 5 times:
“Show me the drawings in your sketchbook!”
“Can you further explain your asexuality to me in public even though you’re clearly embarrassed?”
“Tell me this thing you’re currently going through that you briefly brought up and mentioned you don’t want to talk about!”
“Let me hold your bag! I’m a gentleman, it’s what I do.”
I caved and did all but the last two, because I was firm in saying that I didn't want to talk about it at the time— and I don’t like people I don’t trust holding my personal things.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t seen this toxic pattern until the end of the date, so I mistakenly let this behavior slide at the start. If I could go back in time, I probably would’ve been a lot more firm in telling him to respect me when I say “no”.
Fast forward through small talk about life and hobbies and stuff, all the way until half-way through the date.
“How many guys have you kissed? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10?"
I was already on edge because he was counting on his fingers, implying those numbers would be the answer to his question. I thought he was implying I was a slut or something even though he knew absolutely nothing about me. But I answered him anyway.
Then I asked him why he counted like that and he said something along the lines of
"Well, you have more experience in kissing than me, so you should teach me."
"Oh, that's what you were leading into, hahaha.”
Then I shrugged it off to try to move on from the topic, but he kept persisting.
“No, really, you should kiss me! It’s the perfect moment, just like in the movies!”
He says while we are walking through the uneventful farmlands of the countryside. I don’t know what movies he’s seen but I think he needs better taste.
He continuously asked me between 5 to 10 times after that, but nearly each time I firmly said “no”.
"Okay fine…"
But then 5 MINUTES LATER he wanted to hold my hand! I said no again and pulled away from him trying to touch me.
“I don't wanna kiss you, I just wanna hold your hand!"
"It's still no, stop asking."
He repeated this at least 3 times before eventually he goes "Oh you're no fun."
"Okay, you're not funny either."
"You're not very nice. You know, I drove here and everything. I bought you cookies, too."
Implying that because he drove here he deserved a kiss from me. Newsflash, incel, no one owes you anything like that because you made decisions to go out of your way to try and please them.
I don’t owe you a kiss in the same way that you don’t owe me a bus ticket back where you came from.
“It's not that I'm not nice, it's that I told you ‘no’ a bunch of times and you're still asking. When I say ‘no’ it means no, and it means to stop asking me to kiss you, please."
We finally move on for like 10 minutes as I contemplate why I’m even still entertaining this guy. But those 10 minutes are far too quick.
"Okay so when you're walking with a guy, do you prefer him to hold you like this—”
He put his arm on my shoulder.
“ like this—”
Then his hand on my waist.
“or like this—?"
And then he tried to reach for my hand or my arm and I immediately pulled away again. I was awkwardly laughing it off out of sheer nerves but I said "stop it" and pushed his hands away.
In hindsight, I’m so incredibly disgusted by it all, but in the moment it felt like I was too scared to react genuinely. I mean, who knows what he might do? We were basically out in the middle of nowhere and I didn’t have a weapon or cell phone service yet. And even if he wouldn’t have done anything physically, I don’t think anyone wants to be mentally worn down and manipulated by a guy who thinks like he does. Lord knows I definitely didn’t after enduring 4 HOURS of this god awful date.
"Wow, you're acting like I traumatized you."
"It's not that I'm traumatized, it's just (not sure how to say it in french, struggling with my words) it's something else that I don't know how to explain."
Then— and I’m not fucking kidding— he says in a sing-songy voice: "Tell me what traumatized you~" like 3 times and each time I respond with “no”
Then I finally say "No, I’m not telling you. I don't even know how to say it and even if I did know, I don't want to talk about it”
"Okaayyy"
Eventually, now 2/3rds of the way through the date, we sat out somewhere and were just talking about life n stuff. We talked for a good half hour and I thought I’d finally, Finally get a break from—
"Sigh…. You know… in the movies during moments like this… is when the girl leans over and kisses the guy."
I laughed out of irritation and responded with "How did I know you were going to say that?"
“I'll close my eyes, just do it, just kiss me!" He says this 4 times and I'm staying completely silent looking away.
“Why don’t you wanna kiss me??? Whyyyyyy”
“I don't need a reason.”
"Well just tell me how many dates until you'll kiss me"
"It's not how many dates, it's just if i feel like it in the moment"
"But the moment is right!!"
"Not if I'm saying no, it's not!"
Eventually there was a brief pause and I said
"I told you to stop asking me and you're still asking me. You're not listening when I say no."
"That's just how I am, even when someone says no, I ask over and over."
"Okay so if a child wants a cookie and asks over and over, do you think the mom is going to give them the cookie?"
"That's how my mom was."
I’m not exaggerating, he actually said that
I responded, in English, "Shocker."
He continued on for some fucking reason, "I would just ask my mom over and over until she'd get fed up and give it to me."
"Okay but if I get fed up, I'm not going to kiss you, I'm going to leave"
Then, suddenly, as if there was a god watching over me, it started to rain. I could not have been more thankful.
We started walking back, me mostly silent, and him talking about stuff to do on future dates together.
The whole time in my head, I was thinking "I never wanna see this guy ever again, EVER again"
Eventually, for some fucking reason, as I’m quickly shutting down his prospects of future encounters with me with “mhm” and “sure”, he goes "Y’know i feel like you takes things too much to heart. I'm just joking around"
"What have you been doing that's joking around?"
"Asking you to kiss me."
(LAUGH LIKE A MANIAC)
"You weren’t joking around, you're just saying that now because I said no"
"No, really, I was joking!!"
"Okay fine, then if I said yes would you have kissed me then?"
"Well, yes."
“Then you weren't joking."
And he shuts tf up
After a few more minutes, he went back to talking about future dates, and during the conversation, I brought up the thing I was going through at the time that I alluded to earlier.
“Sorry, nevermind, forget I said anything about it.”
He pressured me on it AGAIN.
“You can talk to me about it, I don’t care.”
“No, it’s about another guy.”
“I don’t care if it’s about another guy, tell me about it!”
“No, I don’t want to.”
“Okay… See? I listened when you said no.”
Congrats you fucking nimrod, glad you learned eventually. Here’s your trophy, it says “the bare minimum” on it.
Then, because I was clearly annoyed with the date at this point— and again I swear I’m not fucking exaggerating— he told me
“You should smile”
And that pissed me off so much that I didn't even have words to tell him off.
At the end of those 4 hours as I was trying to just go home, he kept me from leaving by starting conversation after conversation.
“When should we have our next date?”
“I don’t know, I have a busy schedule.”
“Come wait at the bus stop with me!”
“No thanks, I just want to get home.”
“So, do you do hugs?”
I sincerely regret doing this— but because I really just wanted to get this terrible date over and done, I gave him a hug.
I pulled away multiple times, and each time he kept me in it. I had to jerk back two or three times before he finally let me go.
Then he said
“Why do you look like that? Smile!”
with the creepiest look on his face, and I just turned around to go home.
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So yeah, fucking awful date but y’know,,, I got a tin of cookies out of it so ig it balances out.
In all seriousness though, that date made me extremely scared to go on another one with anyone else for a long while. I waited until I had a self-defense keychain ring before I did.
Once again, if you can take anything from this video, it’s to not act like this guy or learn to prepare and deal with people who might act like him. A very important lesson that I’ve learned because of this is to never be afraid of firmly setting boundaries and limiting the amount of chances with people who very clearly don’t respect you or your choices.
Anyway, if you enjoyed my story, please like and share this video to help boost my channel— and if you wanna hear more juicy drama relationship stories, comment below! Who knows, maybe one day I’ll talk about… The Bastard.
